Talking About the New Spot the Difference Book, and Why Jennie Will Always Be Part of My Work and always in my heart

 

Talking About the New Spot the Difference Book - and Why Jennie Will Always Be Part of My Work


So, here’s where I’m up to.
I’ve been working on this new kids’ Spot the Difference book - bright pages, fun little puzzles, a few important pictures tucked in, and that playful style that keeps kids busy and smiling. It’s part of a bigger plan I had ages ago: a whole collection of children’s books. Life took its turns, things changed, and the first book didn’t happen back then… but I’m here now, doing it properly, doing it with heart.

And here’s the thing people need to understand:
Jennie is in everything I create.
Not because I’m trying to “add her in” or make it a theme, but because she is my theme. She’s my foundation, my spark, my reason I even pick up a pen. She’s in my thoughts, my ideas, my stories, my artwork. She’s in my voice when I write. She’s in the way I see the world.

So yes, even in a kids’ Spot the Difference book, you’ll feel her there.
Not in a heavy way. Not in a sad way.
Just in the warmth, the love, the little touches that make the pages feel alive.

People can either accept that or move on, because I’m not changing it.
Jennie is everywhere in my life, and she always will be.
And if she’s everywhere in me, then she’ll be everywhere in my work too.

This book is fun, colourful, and made for children - but it’s also made with love.
Real love.
The kind that doesn’t fade, doesn’t apologise, and doesn’t get edited out.

More updates soon - but for now, I’m proud of where this is heading.

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If you made it this far, thank you, I wish you healing too.




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